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Pablo Nureda

Sonnet 17
i do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrows of carnations the fire shoots off.
i love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul

i love you as the plant that never blooms but carries
in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance
risen from the earth lives darkly on my body

i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so i love you because i know no other way

than this: where i does not exist nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close the your eyes close as i fall asleep.

Just my reflection:

Dark things
fall into chasms
like casting a
Shadow across
my soul which
makes me dependant
upon your hands
as mine are tied
with thoughts of you.
Darker still, is the
precense of your mouth
when it closes over mine
to stop my groping
from drinking in the silhouettes
Before I run again . . .

Before I knew you, Love, the world lived on in dark naivety
behind my eyes which
knew no different

When I was with you, Love,
the world became a sudden glow
A flash that burst
to illuminate my bliss.

Now that you are gone, Love,
the world seems stolen from that
place of burning brightness.
Mywhole existance plunged
beneathe a greater darkness

and that which suffered behind my
eyes of ignorance, now falls in dim
torture to know what was
and will never be again . . .


Parting is all we know of Heaven
and all we need of Hell.

. . .so we must meet apart,
You there, I here
With just the door ajar
that Oceans are
and Prayer
and that white sustanance:

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. --Emily Dickinson